Yo Mom Novels & Stories

“Speaking of Dad. Where is he? I haven’t heard his voice since we’ve been on this call.” “It’s poker night so your dad is out with his friends,” she replied. “Oh, I totally forgot that still happened,” I said. “Yeah, you know old people and their habits.” “Mom, you guys are not old.” “I don’t feel twenty anymore,” she countered. “That’s because you’re not twenty, but y’all aren’t even close to old,” I replied, a hint of my Southern accent obvious in my words. “That’s my southern belle,” Mom said. “Good to know that New York hasn’t completely eliminated everything about you.”

“Yohan, are you sure the new dad you saw at home looks the same as the man you saw at your great-grandpa’s house?” After thinking carefully for a while, Yohan nodded and said firmly, “Yes, Mom. Although the new dad left in a hurry that day, and I didn’t see him clearly, I was sure that he looked the same as my dad!” Estelle’s face turned pale. “Mom, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” “I... I’m okay.” “But Mom, your face looks so pale. Are you hungry?” Yohan said, then hurriedly walked toward Mrs. Moorsum and pulled her apron gently. “Mrs. Moorsum, Mom is hungry. Could we have dinner early today?”

After I started college, Mom said she'd send me money in installments. "Lucia, you're an adult now. I want you to learn how to manage money, so I'll give you your living expenses in installments." I figured she meant monthly. Maybe weekly, worst case. Then move-in day came. Mom walked around the cafeteria, checked the prices, and sent $8 to my payment app. I stared at my phone. "Mom, did you send the wrong amount?" She smiled. "Silly girl. That's your lunch money for today. I checked already. Just get the cheapest grab-and-go meal. "From now on, ask me for money before each meal." I froze. So by installments, she didn't mean monthly. Or weekly. She meant one meal at a time. By da

Mom yelled, "You should know that we're too old and frail now, Damian! How are we supposed to care for such a young baby? How can you dump him on us when he's your own flesh and blood? "Your father is divorcing me, leaving me with no home to return to. I'm begging you, as your mother, please help us out a little. You wouldn't want us living on the streets, right?" There were collective gasps from the crowd. Mom's emphasis on "flesh and blood" made it sound like I was Matt's biological father. I saw Mom cocking her eyebrow triumphantly as I noticed the crowd's reaction. I scoffed inwardly, wondering if she really assumed that I wouldn't defend myself.

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.

At the latest, next week, as he's finishing his work first," Mommy Rara says happily. It turns out that the mother also misses her son. "What?" Daddy Heru exclaims, unable to believe that Faith would leave his work. "Why are you so surprised, Heru? Aren't you happy our son is finally returning to our homeland?" Oma Meri retorts. *) Oma is a term for grandmother.

She is one of the most beautiful people I have ever met. “I’m fine, Mom. How’s Dad?” “Oh, your dad? He’s doing well. He’s always busy with pack affairs. There’s no time for me,” she responds. “I’m lonely here without my baby. Mother misses you a lot, my sugar pie.” “I miss you too, Mom, and I have good news for you.” “What good news is that, daughter? Be quick to spill everything out.” I can feel her happiness over the phone. “Mom, I’m a warrior now. I’m one of Uncle Tommy’s female warriors.”

Mom immediately cried out, "Yes, honey, cum in my cunt. Breed your mother's pussy!" I moaned louder as I felt my hard cock swell and explode inside her. Mom gave a slight jolt and then cried out in sheer pleasure as her own orgasm hit her. Both of us continued to move against each other as we rode out our orgasms. Mom finally collapsed on my chest exhausted. She turned her head to look at me with a satisfied smile on her face. I trailed my fingers across her forehead and cheeks as I relaxed with her.

I grunted in her ear, "mom, please. I want to cum in your pussy so bad. Please, mommy." Mom came back to life and started fucking me back, grinding her hips upward. "Go ahead...cum in mommies' pussy...cum for mommy...fuck me harder...I want your cock to explode in mommies' pussy" I had an earth-shattering orgasm, shooting string after string into my mom's pussy. I yelled, "FUCK! MOM! I'M CUMMING IN YOUR PUSSY!"

After a couple of seconds, she muttered, "Mommy?" "Yes, love." "Why do we never call, Daddy? Not even once? My friends and classmates, whenever they miss their mom and daddy, they will be calling them....what do you call that, Mommy?" "They use social media." "Yes! That's it, Mommy." Her eyes lit up as if an excellent idea came into her mind. "Why don't we call Daddy, Mommy? I want to see him! I want to hear his voice!" she exclaimed and jumped on her seat.